Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared.
I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.
Do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation.
Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see